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muscles go limp, and the pain in my ass begins to blend into pleasure as his pinky finger hits its limit inside me.
He draws it out again, still slowly, and I take a breath as it snaps out of me. But the beat of rest doesn’t last long. He pushes another finger into me now, his middle finger, fatter and longer than any of the rest. Another groan escapes my lungs, but this one is filled with more pleasure. Especially when he curls that finger in me to press against my inner wall, against the hard little ridge there, a spot that sends a flood of pleasure rushing through my system.
“You’re so fucking tight, Darren.” He says this half like an admonishment and half like praise. “I’m going to have to work on you. It may take a long, long time.”
A thrill tingles along my spine. “Good,” I answer, glancing over my shoulder. Our eyes meet, and his gaze holds onto mine as he draws his finger out of me and positions the tip of his huge, throbbing cock at my entrance. He keeps his eyes on me and pushes his hips forward, stretching me, sending another spike of pain through me, as his head thrusts into me.
He moves with slow, steady pressure, watching me all the while, taking me one inch at a time. I’ve never felt anything like this, stretched and full and straining, and yet it comes with a deep, aching pleasure that builds with every inch of that gorgeous cock he pushes inside.
“I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk straight,” he promises, those green eyes still capturing mine, and my throat goes dry with anticipation. Fucking hell, I never knew I wanted this until now, but oh, I do. I want him to claim me, own me, mark me as his. I want him to take control of my pleasure again, to make me come whenever he wants.
With one final thrust of his hips, he drives his cock fully inside of me, his hips pressed up against my ass. My body strains to adjust to his girth, so much thicker than the fingers that came before him. But even as my walls strain around him, he starts to pull away again, hands gripping my hips. He draws halfway out of me, then thrusts back in, faster this time. My hips dig into the edge of the table with the force of the motion, and my engorged dick sways beneath us, heavier than it’s ever felt before, desperate with lust.
He drops one hand from my waist to wrap around the base of my cock, squeezing just hard enough to restrict the blood flow, to make it feel even fuller, thicker, and I moan, desperate for a release. A bead of moisture collects at my tip, hangs there, as his hips withdraw, and he slams his dick into me again, still keeping hold of mine in his fist, and using his other hand to position my hips right where he wants them.
It is total and complete submission. It is something I never knew I’d be capable of.
It is sheer ecstasy.
“Fuck, Paul, you’re so fucking huge,” I manage to groan, as he thrusts into me again, then again.
He builds up a rhythm, fucking me harder, faster, his cock plunging all the way inside of me. “You’re mine,” he growls, his voice feral with lust, and I arch my back in agreement, letting him take everything he wants.
Eventually he starts to move his hand with his hips, dragging those rough fingers of his, still slick with the lube, up and down my cock as he drives into my ass over and over. The combined sensation of his cock pressing against my walls, running over that sensitive spot, all while his hand pounds at me mercilessly, has me dangling at the brink in no time.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” I groan, but his hand stills in response, tightens around me.
“You don’t come until I say so,” he orders, and though I try to thrust against his hand, it’s no use. He moves to keep his hold on me, but he’s stopped sliding his hand along me, and I can’t find a spot to hit that release I so desperately need.
“Fuck, Paul, I need to come,” I beg, when he keeps fucking me, withholding my orgasm.
“Not yet.”
I’m going to go
He draws it out again, still slowly, and I take a breath as it snaps out of me. But the beat of rest doesn’t last long. He pushes another finger into me now, his middle finger, fatter and longer than any of the rest. Another groan escapes my lungs, but this one is filled with more pleasure. Especially when he curls that finger in me to press against my inner wall, against the hard little ridge there, a spot that sends a flood of pleasure rushing through my system.
“You’re so fucking tight, Darren.” He says this half like an admonishment and half like praise. “I’m going to have to work on you. It may take a long, long time.”
A thrill tingles along my spine. “Good,” I answer, glancing over my shoulder. Our eyes meet, and his gaze holds onto mine as he draws his finger out of me and positions the tip of his huge, throbbing cock at my entrance. He keeps his eyes on me and pushes his hips forward, stretching me, sending another spike of pain through me, as his head thrusts into me.
He moves with slow, steady pressure, watching me all the while, taking me one inch at a time. I’ve never felt anything like this, stretched and full and straining, and yet it comes with a deep, aching pleasure that builds with every inch of that gorgeous cock he pushes inside.
“I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk straight,” he promises, those green eyes still capturing mine, and my throat goes dry with anticipation. Fucking hell, I never knew I wanted this until now, but oh, I do. I want him to claim me, own me, mark me as his. I want him to take control of my pleasure again, to make me come whenever he wants.
With one final thrust of his hips, he drives his cock fully inside of me, his hips pressed up against my ass. My body strains to adjust to his girth, so much thicker than the fingers that came before him. But even as my walls strain around him, he starts to pull away again, hands gripping my hips. He draws halfway out of me, then thrusts back in, faster this time. My hips dig into the edge of the table with the force of the motion, and my engorged dick sways beneath us, heavier than it’s ever felt before, desperate with lust.
He drops one hand from my waist to wrap around the base of my cock, squeezing just hard enough to restrict the blood flow, to make it feel even fuller, thicker, and I moan, desperate for a release. A bead of moisture collects at my tip, hangs there, as his hips withdraw, and he slams his dick into me again, still keeping hold of mine in his fist, and using his other hand to position my hips right where he wants them.
It is total and complete submission. It is something I never knew I’d be capable of.
It is sheer ecstasy.
“Fuck, Paul, you’re so fucking huge,” I manage to groan, as he thrusts into me again, then again.
He builds up a rhythm, fucking me harder, faster, his cock plunging all the way inside of me. “You’re mine,” he growls, his voice feral with lust, and I arch my back in agreement, letting him take everything he wants.
Eventually he starts to move his hand with his hips, dragging those rough fingers of his, still slick with the lube, up and down my cock as he drives into my ass over and over. The combined sensation of his cock pressing against my walls, running over that sensitive spot, all while his hand pounds at me mercilessly, has me dangling at the brink in no time.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” I groan, but his hand stills in response, tightens around me.
“You don’t come until I say so,” he orders, and though I try to thrust against his hand, it’s no use. He moves to keep his hold on me, but he’s stopped sliding his hand along me, and I can’t find a spot to hit that release I so desperately need.
“Fuck, Paul, I need to come,” I beg, when he keeps fucking me, withholding my orgasm.
“Not yet.”
I’m going to go
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